Don’t Let Your Damn Light Die Out (Revisionist Shakespeare – Sonnet 1 for Gen X)

From hottest looks we still expect fresh fire,
So beauty’s not some dusty VHS tape;
But when the old-school smoke-show starts to tire,
Some younger version keeps the whole thing shaped.

But you, locked in your own damn head all day,
Feeding your ego like it’s bottomless fries,
Burning your future for a quick buffet,
Too blind to see the world beyond your eyes.

You’re the fresh track blasting hard this season,
The shiny new thing everybody sees,
Yet acting like some moody suburban goth kid,
Hoarding your gifts like expired DVDs.

Man, quit being cheap with what life gave you—
Or the whole damn world loses out on you.